Post by amelie on Mar 29, 2004 12:15:38 GMT -5
The night is thick with dark;
It chokes as it sticks like tar,
And I feel the loss like a child
That sucks too hard at the breast;
A drawn out winnowing pain,
From a place below and beyond
The grasp of an occluded mind,
Pulsing in temper and time
To the beat of a worn out dirge,
From the hollow husk of a heart,
On a bed of tear soaked ashes,
Caked in sorrow and self pity.
This is the moment of regret;
When all perspectives change,
And the bits of broken glass
Coalesce into fonder shape;
Of the rainbow after the storm;
Smiles that once followed tears;
Green spring behind white winter;
A kaleidoscope of better times
That shatters the thick, cloying air,
Releasing the hot torrent of grief;
The rolling thunder of welled up hurt,
And dry sobs that are the end of hope.